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KINDERGARTEN 

LIMERICKS 


The Verses by 

FLORENCE E. SCOTT 

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The Pictures by 

ARTHUR O. SCOTT 


With a Foreword by Lucy Wheelock 



How a child from day to day 
Reveals himself in happy play ! 


NEW YORK 

HURST AND COMPANY 

PUBLISHERS 


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Copyright, 1915, 

BY 

HURST AND COMPANY 


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MAY 17 1915 




LUCY WHEELOCK 

whose personality and teaching- 
have inspired many kindergartners 

THESE RHYMES OF REAL CHILDREN 


ARE APPRECIATIVELY 

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FOREWORD 


“ A little nonsense now and then 
Is relished by the best of men” 

Children as well as their elders enjoy nonsense. Mother 
Goose has been a “ best seller ” for many generations of 
children. Recent appeals to a child’s sense of humor have 
not always been as happy as the contributions of Mother 
Goose. Foolish tricks and sensational situations appeal 
rather to the love of excitement than to the enjoyment of 
humor. 

Repetition, unexpected situations, delightful incongru- 
ities and the delicately grotesque are desirable elements in 
the child’s literature of humor. The alphabet rhymes 
and the varied types of children suggested by KINDER- 
GARTEN LIMERICKS will make their appeal to chil- 
dren and to their elders who enjoy nonsense and fun. 

There is need now of a larger amount of humor and good 
cheer to keep the balance of life. May this little book 
speed on its mission of cheer! 

LUCY' WHEELOCK. 

Wheelock School 
100 Riverway, Boston 

March 24, 1915 





KINDERGARTEN LIMERICKS 


KINDERGARTEN LIMERICKS 


artist in earnest is Arty, 
His voice leads the rest of 
the party; 

In song and in game 
And in work, he’s the same : 

And he draws with a zest just as hearty. 








A LTHO’ he’ll be notable never, 

His drawings remain far from 
clever, 

His spirit of zeal 
]VIakes everyone feel 
T be worth of nis slightest endeavor 


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LESSINGS on bright little Bet, 
Her questions are not answered 
yet : 

How old is the world?” 

What makes hair be curl’d?” 
And “Why do folks ever forget?” 








































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UT what makes the winter so 
cold?” 

And why do folks have to grow old? 
Now why can’t I fly 
Like a wee butterfly?” 

And “hVhy can’t a secret be told?” 


C ULTURED is Charles Carol 

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vjrown 

W hose brow wears a psychical frown. 

I am four years,” says he, 

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1 his is easy for me, — 

Give me problems,” says Charles 
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ALL me Charles and not Charlie,” 
says he, 

I’ve grown to be big, don’t you see? 

I can count, I can write, 

I can even recite, 

Don’t treat me as tho’ I were three /” 


D° w. tumbies dear dusty Dick 

^ With his glossy black licorice 
stick. 

So much candy he eats 
Ev’ry record he beats ; 

It’s a wonder he’s not always sick. 



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■ OUBTLESS he’s spared such a 
fate — 

w e’re glad to have this to relate, — 

For his friends all maintain 
The truth of his claim: 

That he gave away more than he ate! 


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* ^ Has a smile all ruby and pearl; 
er merry eyes dance, 
er tip-toes advance, 

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I ^ ACH of her friends has a curl 
* * To remind him of little 

]VIiss Earle, 

Who banishes gloom 
Like summer in bloom; 

This light-hearted, bright-hearted girl. 


pUNNY is quick-tempered Fred. 
His hair is scorchingly red. 
It curls ’round your finger 
And clings, if you linger, 

And clusters all over his head ! 



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J-^ANCY his feelings and fears 

W hen playfellows’ footsteps he 
hears. 

Don’t step on my toys, 

You careless, big boys!” 

He cries ’mid tempestuous tears. 


^ ^ ENTLE is shy little Grace, 

You must stoop if you look in 
her face; 

Her head droops so low, 

Neath a butterfly bow, 

That her chin is quite hidden in lace. 





■ WENTLY her fingers you press, 
^ She shyly allows your caress, 
TThen smiles her surprise 
With up-tilted eyes, 

And snuggles up close to your dress. 


j"^^ARRY is oft in a hurry; 

In fact, he creates quite 
flurry. 

Wh en he goes down the lane 
With his stout hurry-cane, 
You’re almost inclined to worry! 





the midst of the fun is Irene, 
Executive, clever, and keen; 
Were the teacher away 
The scepter she’d sway, 

And the rest would accept her as queen. 





Jn games when she’s chosen to lead, 
K She governs with order and speed, 
She settles disputes, 

W rong stories refutes, 

And warns them her teachings to heed. 


I UDITH is joyous and just, 

Have rights she says that she 
must. 

When out for a walk, 

Said she, “I must talk; 

If I don’t, I fear I shall ‘bust’!” 







































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UST then there chanced to appear 
A junco which she wished to hear. 
Now, Tam, not a squeak!” 
Then “Hush! Do not speak ! 
She cried as some children drew near. 


1^^ ATHERINE is courteous and 
kind; 

She has a compassionate mind. 

There, isn’t that sad?” 

And, “ Ain’t it too bad ? ” 

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j^^ARMA, her cat, is so crude, 
So un-mis-tak-ably rude, 
That into her grief, 

As cause or relief, 

TPhe kitten seems bound to intrude. 


OOK at our lovable Lou, — 
^ She s sure to be looking at you ! 
Her innocent eyes 
Are big with surprise, 

And she looks, and then looks, till she’s 
thro’ ! 



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OU has a chance to be wise 
If she follows the lead of her 
eyes. 

For what they don’t see 
Is — between you and me, — 

Too slight to attempt to surmise. 


n AYHAP you have met our dear 

Mat, 

He’s a wee bit inclined to be fat. 

He skips in the game 
Like an elephant lame, 

And skips in dead earnest, at that. 








I ■ AT’S funnier still when he flies. 
^ * But no one would laugh as 

he tries 

To show how a crow 
Flies high or flies low, 

A nd flaps when it’s starting to rise. 



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EXT is our wilful young N"ed, 
Who rules by a nod of his 


head. 
And if one rebels, 
A series of yells 
Enforce his command, it 


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EVERTHELESS our young friend 
Finds some whom his will 
cannot bend. 

And he’ll have to learn 
Advancement to earn 
By ruling himself, in the end. 


And when they got mixed, 
Re-numbered and fixed, 
Behold, there came Lora and N c 





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I H, what a group of bright faces! ” 
Cried Teacher, arranging 
their places. 

On any dark day 
W eve only to say, 

Look at this Rainbow of G races ! ” 


J^^RETTY and proud is our Polly, 
W ithal she is wondrously jolly; 
She takes quick offense, 

Is swift in defense, 

But never remains melancholy. 









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J)rACTICAL, also, is Polly. 

K She thinks to be helpless is 
folly. 

She works, it is said, 

With hands and with head 
Tin her cheeks are like berries of holly. 


Q UERULOUS, quarrelsome, queer, 
Is Quentin, the son of a seer; 
So strange is his way 
In the circle at play, 

It provokes both the laugh and the tear. 



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Q UENTIN is quick to resent, 
To question your friendly 
intent. 

But when he feels sure 
His faith may endure, 

He loves you with utter content. 


R ESTLESS and ruthless is Roy. 

< Of course, he’s his mother’s 
chief joy, 

Yet he’s up to more tricks, 

With strings and with sticks, 
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R OVING throughout the long day 
< At school or at home or at play, 
He leaves in his train 
The fruits of his brain 
In wreckage and ruin, they say. 


W^ TILL as a mouse is slim Stella, 
^ As innocent-looking as Bella: 
When mischief doth brew 
Tis traced to those two, 

M id the tears and complaints of 
Rodella. 





S AYS Stella: ' Dell ’s easy to 
tease. 

It’s fun to hear her say, Please, 

Oh, please do not tease! 

Oh , tease me not, please!’ 

She’ s afraid ; so we tease her with ease.” 


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RUTHFUL is tiny T om Tory, 
Th o’ his tales are often quite 
gory. 

With others he vies 
Till it seems that he lies, 







^ OM killed a deer ! ” he declares. 

And Tom chased a dozen 
big bears ! ” 

And Tom shot a gun 
That hitted the sun ; 

’N’ he’ll hit the moon when he dares ! ” 


^ y RIAH you scarcely can blame 
For staggering under his name. 
But the name is so rare,” 

Claims his fond, doting mere. 
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RIAH has taken a vow, — 

Unknown to his fond mother 


now, — 


That when he’s grown up 
He’ll buy a bull pup, 

And call himself Bin , anyhow! 


ICTORIA Viola Vilette 
Is merely a marionette; 
She walks like her brother, 
And mimics her mother, 
And says she's a “ suffer-agette.” 



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ICTORIA talks to her mates 
T Of speeches, petitions, and dates. 

She says that a vote 
Is Father Dear’s note 
To President United States”! 


ILLIE tried hard to define 
His age and his father’s 
and mine. 

Now I'm five years old,” 

TThen growing more bold 
He added, “And father is nine!" 






W HEN is your birthday? 
said. 

Then eagerly nodded his head: 

Did you teach P a when he 
w as as little as me? 

The name that they called him was Fred 


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X EN’PHON with Xanthous hair 

He walks with a lordly air; 
Will he think till too late 
That his name makes him great ? 
Ah ! that’s a delusion, for fair! 






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X IPHOID is Xenophon’s speech 

It hurts like the clasp of a leech 
w on’t he see till too late 
That his words will win H ate ? 
While L ove flutters out of his reach ' 



ORICK sat last in the row; 

He sought me and whispered 
quite low, 


‘O-oh! Phil raised his head 
Wh en the prayer was said.” 






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place, 

Hearing his name in the case; 
“And now, Mister Y orry, 

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guess you are sorry 


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AYMA is zealous, indeed, 

Sh e works with intelligent speed; 
And when she is done 
She turns to some one 















































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When homeward the children all gO. 


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